… To be sitting at work on Xmas, thinking broken thoughts? I’ve caught my reflection’s gaze a few times today and thought. “What’s wrong with you? What’s the matter?”

The answer has been “I don’t know” and it’s baffling, saddening, unfulfilling and down.

Can’t vent about it to anyone. Can’t talk about it with anyone. None are here, or available, or about. Nor do I want to burden.

Ah the burden of a burdened mind. Such drama.

   

-Benjamin Andiyar